Month: March 2014

Diane’s Husband, Champion Seat Mate

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Thoughts

I sat next to a fidgety businessman on my connecting flight to Chicago this afternoon. He looked exactly like Jerry Lewis in his late thirties/early forties, except he lacked Lewis’ dimpled chin. I could tell he was nervous. He was in the bathroom during boarding and came out after everyone was seated, sat down, and wiped his clammy looking forehead. He mumbled a few times, which made me uncomfortable, unsure to whom he was speaking. […]

Gene Pool and the Sacrificial Icee

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Narrative Film was probably one of my favorite classes in college. It’s the perfect combination of work and play, or so I thought until the weekend before the project was due. The class operated by submitting short fiction film pitches and the class voted on their top five. The top five were allowed to write and direct their film. I pitched mine with more certainty and gusto than I actually possessed. My film made it […]